Tag: poetry

In chaos there is meaning.

The meaning is there is no meaning.

Chaos

The weirding of the word

Is a lie to its content.

 

A portion of the great Ain Soph.

The mind grapples what it cannot conceive.

In the no-thingness of chaos

Is contained the birth of all.

 

Order,

Born of chaos,

Dies

Kicking and screaming

As chaos

Welcomes

It home.

 

All cycles,

All possible,

Extremes,

I climb the tree to live.

 

Looking out

Over the great mass of non-being

I see

In the distance

Another tree.

 

Looking out from the tree

Is me…

 

Our lives are glass,
Painted in the blood, 
Of our brothers and sisters.
Shattering of hearts unheard,
Unseen continues
As the stones 
Of our difference 
are thrown.

Mementos’ gathered in haste
Memories of what was,
What could have been.
Lost in the darkness,
The true price of war.
 
 

Hell is what this sour land will be 
As Death walks among us.
Stirring this crucible of religion
In madness and blasphemy.
 
In a hurricane of hate
A million shouted destinies destroyed.

A ghost smile clenched in her teeth,
The babe seeks comfort still
From the teat of mothers rotting corpse.
  
Truth comes only
From mute words of the innocent, 
As they wash upon the shore.
May they forgive us,
As they sleep in deadly peace.
 
Tired, cold, I am descending
Into the silence of emptiness
I close my eyes.
What will you see 
when I close my eyes forever?
 
For as the Angel of Death
Walks among you
Know his true name-
 Humanity.

O heart drenched in sorrow,

O wreckage of a fallen love.

Pitiless and fearsome,

The Norns mutter over this soul.

Where deep love, as life, has perished.

 

Treading currents of emotion,

From deepest shadow, I hear

The mutterings of the Norn.

 

Tracing first

Ascent from chaos,

Watching the spark

Fanned into flame.

Listen as it gathers about

The elements of life upon this plane,

Becoming a creature

Of blood and dust.

 

Dust and blood become the water of life,

As the cycle is continued

The plane we call our universe recedes

As it is born in dusty glory.

 

Beginning at the height of glory,

Thoughts drift by in a montage of light.

Some touch me,

Add to my being

And I grow.

Others pass

With hardly a second glance.

What they were I may never know.

 

Revel

In the strange ecstasy

Called life.

Experiencing all ,

Bright and well travelled,

Striving to explore the dark unknown..

Blazing paths

For others to follow.

 

Reaching beyond the bounds,

Touching another,

Grasping that which is beyond

Oneself.

Soaring to depths hither unplumbed

As flames of passion

Fill all horizons.

 

The wheel spins,

Cycles turn,

That which grew,

And flowered,

Begins to drop petals.

 

Sorrows shared,

Ties which bind.

Joys remembered

As each fragment screams

Toward its final end.

 

With each passing petal

The abyss opens,

Earth swallowing maw,

Life destroying…

Soul Crusher,

invites deeper visitation.

 

In a moment of frailty,

Which is great strength,

Lashing out in love and anger.

Try to stop the descent

Into the maelstrom.

Burning out the life

It cannot keep.

 

Leaving behind

Only this ruin,

Of a dried, withered, husk.

Where deep love, as life, has perished.

Pitiless and fearsome,

The Norns mutter over this soul.

 

 

Die the little death my child.

Fear it not.

It is the journey,

A path,

Between tomorrows.

 Laugh, scream and cry

But follow the path.

Any path with heart is worth following.

 

But the path with heart,

Travel its length.

For this is the only challenge worthwhile.

 

Meet your enemies.

Fear:

Prowling, waiting,

Treacherous,

Concealed in rhetoric and drivel.

Its sword of ignorance

Is sharp.

 

Take the next step,

The path is before you.

Abandon yourself to it.

Reach for the light of clarity,

which drives all fear back…

and is the next enemy.

 

Clarity dispels the fear,

Blinding while concealing nothing.

Brings assurance all is possible…

While you

Do nothing.

 

Patience when you should rush,

Buoyant warrior,

Or clown,

No longer to yearn;

No longer to learn.

 

Measure your steps now.

Think,

Almost to believing

It is all a mistake.

The moment will come

Of suspended understanding.

Clarity is only a point

Between your eyes.

It will be true power…

 

Power;

The strongest enemy.

You command,

Take calculated risks.

Rule all.

You are the master.

Power is subtle,

Easy to give in,

Then suddenly,

Without knowing,

The enemy closes.

 

Cruelty, capriciousness set in.

A packmule,

Power is now your burden.

Such have no command of themselves,

With no say in how or when to use this burden.

 

Despair not.

Defy it.

Keep on the path.

Handle all carefully.

Faithfully.

Clarity and power without control

Are worse than all mistakes.

Time will allow

Realization it is never really yours…

 

Time the cruelest enemy.

Unable to defeat it

Only fight it away.

Bringing the unyielding desire

To rest.

Soothingly to lie down,

Rest, forget,

Be cut down,

Remnants of life leaking

From the feeble creature.

 The end of the path is near,

Slough off tiredness,

Walk your fate thru,

If only for a brief moment you succeed

That moment will be enough.

 

Moonshadows come.

Dancing with me.

At their beckon

We shall go

To a place beyond.

Realize a dream,

live a song.

 

As the moonlight

Plays gently thru your hair,

Blushing cheeks begin to glow.

Fire from your eyes

Displays warmth of your soul.

By the aura of heavens pearl,

White light shines clean,

Exposing my soul with all it means.

 

Come my love,

Let the shadows dance.

Perchance to weave,

Perhaps to love..

Celebrate life,

Savor its dance.

 

Dance among moonshadows.

Feel their joy.

Share the fleetingness of time

In their timeless dance.

Our time together

Reflections of their joy.

Joys issuing from love

Only moonshadows know.

 

The moonshadows come –

Will you dance,

As the shadows dance,

With me?

He approaches

Gently lighting his way

With a soft,

Rosy, hue,

So as not to disturb

His sleeping bride.

 

At his caress

She soflty whispers

His name.

 

Life

Slowly,

Opens her eyes.

They sparkle lightly

In the warming glow

Of his hand.

 

Tenderly,

Reaching out

They join

In loves embrace.

 

He

Warming her soul

Stirring life

Within her breasts.

 

She

Pulling him forward.

Defining,

Giving purpose

For his existence.

 

Together

Bringing hope,

Life and love

Once again

To seekers

 such as we.